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Syndralig looked out over his dark citadel. It was still largely new and he could still look out where the once barren environment was starting to grow again with a lush eerie green color. The sorcerer smiled flexing his fingers around his obsidian and dark red staff as he sat on the throne. This region, known as Atla was his first true conquest since he had revealed himself.
In short order three small kingdoms and a theocratic society had been razed by his power and his growing army, a hellish lot full of dark soldiers and even darker daemons under his control. The sorcerer stood six three, his skin was warmly tanned and exuded a mystical red energy at times when he connected with his god. His robes were black and red with the occasional purple accent and his black hair was still short from when he had shaved it prior to his reveal. His eyes were warm and inviting as a summer smile and he was said to have the power to charm entire armies to his course. But for the moment he was collecting himself for his next move. The planet was large, far bigger than Atla and it's farms and mines.
Syndralig meant to rule the planet and unearth every secret and power at his disposal. He would be the one king and without challenge or equal. But winter was arriving and his current enemies were subdued and begging for mercy. The rest would wait as he bid his time. During such time his councilors had spoken about seeding heirs for the three kingdoms he had acquired and so from each kingdom a girl was being brought forward to serve as his slave and eventual wife.
Syndralig had no need for children or heirs as of yet, his had given him much already but it didn't mean he was any stranger or opposite to carnal pleasures, in fact he reveled in them as was the design of his master. So in the half built throne room of his Citadel Karlaon he waited continued watching the construction of his palace while his offerings were brought to him.
In short order three small kingdoms and a theocratic society had been razed by his power and his growing army, a hellish lot full of dark soldiers and even darker daemons under his control. The sorcerer stood six three, his skin was warmly tanned and exuded a mystical red energy at times when he connected with his god. His robes were black and red with the occasional purple accent and his black hair was still short from when he had shaved it prior to his reveal. His eyes were warm and inviting as a summer smile and he was said to have the power to charm entire armies to his course. But for the moment he was collecting himself for his next move. The planet was large, far bigger than Atla and it's farms and mines.
Syndralig meant to rule the planet and unearth every secret and power at his disposal. He would be the one king and without challenge or equal. But winter was arriving and his current enemies were subdued and begging for mercy. The rest would wait as he bid his time. During such time his councilors had spoken about seeding heirs for the three kingdoms he had acquired and so from each kingdom a girl was being brought forward to serve as his slave and eventual wife.
Syndralig had no need for children or heirs as of yet, his had given him much already but it didn't mean he was any stranger or opposite to carnal pleasures, in fact he reveled in them as was the design of his master. So in the half built throne room of his Citadel Karlaon he waited continued watching the construction of his palace while his offerings were brought to him.